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240 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2009
"When this particular relationship ended, I realized that the aches and pains I'd experienced in the past had been like a summer rain compared to a tsunami. They were not the same thing at all. When other relationships ended, sure, I had cried, hated him, hated myself, and lost ten pounds--the usual. But twhen this one ended, I didn't just cry, mope, and lose my appetite--my entire world also fell apart. I didn't know who I was anymore or what my life meant, and I wasn't sure I'd ever recover."
"During one of these breakups, he started going out with someone else and my heart shattered. Into. One. Million. Pieces. To this day, I can't explain why.
I was inconsolable. I lost my mind. I was racked with the worst case of jealousy, which I had had no idea I was even capable of; I had not been a jealous person before this event and have never been so again. My sleep was absolutely destroyed--every night I had horrible nightmares about him being beyond my reach. My appetite disappeared and I shrank to a skeletal size zero. My friends set up a system to check on me, including a feeding schedule as if I were a baby."
"I am not exaggerating when I say that I did not draw breath for two years without also feeling the pain of this breakup.
Spurred by this utter confusion, my interest in sprituality reached an unprecedented peak. I think I was reading two or three books per week, searching for answers. Why did this hurt so much? How could i make i go away? What was it about me that made this happen? How can you stop loving someone just because they have ceased to love you? All the pain particular to my childhood--thinking I was unlovable, overly emotional, and probably stupid--resurfaced with a vengeance. The pain of today's broken heart brings back the pain of all broken hearts, beginning from the beginning. My mind rang around the clock with self-recrimination and shame, and i was terrified I would never be able to put my life back together. I was so afraid. I was so sad."
"[L]osing your love is like having your house and all your possesions destroyed by a tornado. In the morning you went to work and when you came home in the evening, everything you were certain about was gone. It's all rubble. And oddly, unlike a destroyed home that once was there and now is not, the person you lost still walks--intact, visible, perhaps only a desk or an email away. He is gone and yet he exists. It is a very strange sensation. It messes with your mind, and the only response that makes sense is to cry."
"I heard a voice (yes, I actually heard a voice) say, 'But nothing is happening.' In a flash my tears and tormented thoughts dried up completley. I looked around. It was true. Absolutely nothing was happening. It was as though someone had turned off a superloud television seet that had been on for so long that I had stopped noticing it. There was just silence. It was trash day in Austin and a girl was crying. A warm wind was blowing, some birds were flying overhead, and there were sounds of traffic in the distance. Nobody was taunting me. The happy couple wasn't parading about. My pathetic future was a made-up fantasy. Nothing was happening.
All the painful and horrendous things I was imagining were not present, and I realized suddenly and completely that it was my thoughts--and only my thoughts--that were tormenting me. If I stopped my thoughts, the pain stopped. And so it had. For about nine seconds. Then it all came flooding back, although from that moment on I understood one very, very important thing, perhaps the most important of all: learning to work with the pain f a broken heart was about learning to work with thoughts, not about changing any kind of reality. Because in reality, right this second, now, nothing in fact is happening."
"It's impossible to believe that the world and its inhabitants could simply . . . go on, especially in the face of the enormity of your grief. Surprisingly, every single cliche that you have ever heard about lost love turns out to be true. You can't believe life around you goes on as before. You feel that you can't exist without this person. Life has lost its meaning. You've been sucked into a giant black hole from which you feel you can never escape. You are certain you will never love again. Songs, movies, and stories you may have branded as childish and sentimental, now capture your feelings perfectly. You never knew you could have such affinity for Celine Dion or Lifetime Television. It's pretty humbling."
"In fact, looking back on how vehemently you may have defended certain positions or raged against those who thought or acted differently from you can now seem a little embarrassing. It just doesn't matter. When your heart is broken, along with the pain, comes an unmistakable ability to know what matters and what doesn't. Only love matters, you think (and this, by the way, is true). And now, courtesy of your broken heart, you know it beyond a shadow of a doubt."
"A lot of people believe that by thinking positively and expecting good things to happen, you can make good things happen. Recently I spoke to my friend Stephen Mitchell, an internationally respected translator of the world's great wisdom texts, including the Tao Te Ching, the Bhagavad Gita, and The Book of Job. I asked him if in his lifelong study of the core teachings of all religions, he'd ever come across that idea. I wrote down what he said because it was so excellent and here it is: 'The teaching of every one of the great sacred texts is that control is an illusion. When you understand that ultimately you are not the doer, you can step back from yourself. That is the only path to serenity. In other words, letting go of the illusion of control--and realizing that you never had control in the first place--allows you to live in the most dazzlingly intelligent, beautiful, and kind reality that you could ever have imagined and beyond what you could've imagined.'"
"My heart, which I thought had been dead, stopped. Of course. I had been betrayed. My ex boyfriend had reneged on his promise to love me, and this odious event had a name: betrayal. Somehow, knowing this calmed me down. And I began to contemplate betrayal. My conclusion? It is the most difficult of all woundings. Betrayal comes in many forms. It's not just about being cheated on or left for another. It's about any promise, overt or implied, that has been broken without your participation in the decision, or even knowing that a decision was on the table. It's about believing something that you later find out is untrue. It's no wonder that the first response to betrayal is likely to be denial. It's an enormous shock to find out that a solid reality is not so solid after all. It can feel like the most deviant form of attack. When betrayal is at the root of your pain, something horrible is unleashed. Different and perhaps more horrible than the pain of disappointment, grief, or anger. With other causes of suffering, you can at least pretend you have some measure of control. You can blame the other person for disappointing you, you can read books that outline and predict the course of grief, and when you're angry you can always fall back on self-righteousness. But when you're betrayed, you have been blindsided and your vulnerability is confirmed. You lose a misplaced innocence that you really can never regain. Your ability to trust is basically obliterated. And not just your trust in your own perceptions and your trust in the person you loved. Once you lose trust in one person, your trust in all beings is undermined, making the future seem like a giant landmine."
"Have you noticed that in your state of heartbreak everything touches you? And not just what happens to you personally but what happens around you. If you're watching a movie and the lead character loses his love, you know precisely what he is feeling and you cry with him. If you walk down the street and see a child who has momentarily lost her mommy, the look on her face now tears you apart completely. Before, you would have felt bad for her, sure, but you wouldn't be reduced to tears yourself. In either case you would help her locate her mother but now it's with a sense of emotional alignment and the fierce wish to see her suffering end. Not just to do a good turn for another. And when mother and child are reunited, you have so much more than a sense of having been a good Samaritan. You rejoice with them and totally don't care if anyone thanks you or not. This sense of emotional communion with others extends beyond spurned lovers and lost children. It now includes basically anyone who is feeling or experiencing anything genuine. And does not include anything disingenuous whatsoever. You are no longer moved by polite expressions of happiness or sadness, you can see right through them. When someone you love suffers, you feel it so deeply and long for her to have relief. Your friends' troubles touch your heart, not just your mind. And the troubles of strangers, should you see a person on the bus with a beat-down expression or overhear a conversation at the bank about someone's financial woes, these too can touch you. And you might even soften a teeny-tiny bit toward those whom you consider your 'enemies' because you can imagine that just behind their ridiculous behaviors is probably some kind of pain just like you are feeling. It's as if you've left one world of emotional give-and-take and entered another one--one that is very broad. In which everything you encounter has a tinge of rawness. In fact, you have entered another world. You stand in the doorway of the world to the Bodhisattva. 'Bodhisattva' is a Sanskrit word. 'Bodi' means awake and 'sattva' means being. So a Bodhisattva is an awakened being. Someone who is awakened to the existence of others in a heightened, fundamental way."
🕊💔 Love’s happiness is just an illusion Filled with sadness and confusion.
—Jimmy Ruffin, What Becomes of the Brokenhearted
🕊💔 Betrayal comes in many forms—it’s not just about being cheated on or left for another. It’s about any promise, overt or implied, that has been broken without your participation in the decision, or even knowing that a decision was on the table. It’s about believing something that you later find out is untrue.
But when you are betrayed, you have been blindsided, and your vulnerability is confirmed. You lose a misplaced innocence that you can never regain. Your ability to trust is basically obliterated—and not just your trust in your own perceptions and your trust in the person you loved. Once you lose trust in one person, your trust in all beings is undermined, making the future seem like a giant land mine.
🕊💔👑 Act Like a Queen
👸 A Queen knows who she is.
👸 A Queen does not explain, nor does she complain.
👸 A Queen does not attack, she magnetizes.
👸 A Queen’s surroundings are impeccable.
👸 A Queen is never summoned.
🕊💔 First of all, men who scare that easily are simply not worth it.
🕊💔 It’s been a long, a long time coming, but I know that a change is gonna come.
—Sam Cooke, “A Change Is Gonna Come”